Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange lane.

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Hotel 1 "The Bottom of the Pool"

By the time I arrived at my hotel a heavy fog had settled in over the ground. The snow was melting, and though it was dark I could see patches of grass breaking through the white. I was tired, but was otherwise unaffected by my trip. My previous collapse at the station was like a distant memory. For the first time in a long time I didn't feel sick, or fatigued, or even scared. My body didn't ache. I was finally free from the strange hold that place has had on me, but I could not figure out why. Perhaps it was really all just be in my head.

The moment I opened the door to the lobby a heavy scent of chlorine hit me. There was a pool nearby, available to all paying residents. I checked in, and was given a room on the third floor. Once there, I took the opportunity to call my teacher for the class I had been taking. The class that had really started my investigations. I wasn't sure if she would answer, but she did all the same. I wanted to put Wellington Street behind me, and so I told her that I had finished the assignment and was ready to turn it in.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. The teacher told me that I had been dropped from the class, that I had not gone to a single session in over seven months...I hadn't realized...I couldn't believe, I can't believe that in some way I did all this for nothing. Sure, I found out some things. Some terrible, horrible things. But the purpose was to complete the assignment, to get the truth out there in some form. I have made them available by sharing them online, but the review of my research, the examination of these reports will never take place...

I hung up the phone and cried for several minutes. The evidence was right in front of me, but I was too concerned with my illness to notice. My memory had failed me again, one last consequence of the nightmare I had experienced. I had only to really look at the way my time had been spent, and it would have been clear. But instead, I was stuck, staring at the large stack of useless reports on the desk.

I decided that I would take a swim, to try and take my mind off of everything. There was nothing I could do about it immediately. I was here to escape, to try and forget the awful things I have witnessed. So I went to the shop by the lobby and picked up some swimming trunks. By the time I reached the pool it was empty, being too late for any of the families residing in the hotel.

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